Beware the stare of the wishing man, he looks for houses, and cause despair. He had no eyes, only holes, but holes are meant to fill your soul.
He looks through windows of the weak, and stand above the house for meat. He had long claws which no one sees, he had a feet but couldn’t skid.
You feel the stare, but not aware.
Your hear the steps, but can’t be cared.
For if you look for gaze and steps,
He will give you more despair.
Beware The stare of the wishing man.
He wonders around, clueless and free.
You hear his whistle, but couldn’t see.
You feel his claw, but you wouldn’t bleed.
He makes you wish, he grants you his,
But with every wish his eyes can see.
What a very good food you could be.
You wanted dead, you wanted life.
He cuts your time, he gave you lie.
He looks at you through your phone.
You look him back with, while he adores,
For once you look through the hole, he stopped and ask.
“TELL ME CHILD, WHAT DO YOU WISH FOR? “